The Washington critic., 1887-08-06

left here to get out the paper all alone.
The editor Is down with the rheuma,ics
and the comp has started Off on
tramp. The page Is short bout three
sticks. Say, mister, will you write
something TO put In there2 I've been
tryin' for three hours an / can't, but
b'gosh kin set II up ~
Dover consented so pleasantly that
the ink stained face of his petitioner
beamed with smiles. He quickly wrote
a report of the concert, bcstowing Law
ish praise upon all that took part In II.
of Penelope Vaughan he wrote:
Those who have only heard her sing.
ing inane topical songs or other bur.
lesque' ditties, cannot realize the depth
of feeling she displayed in the simple
English song, For her own sake we
advise her to give up pink tights and
devote her talents TO a higher grade of
performances.
"Bgum, I'm obliged to yer" said
the faithful neophytc, as VIII finished.
'1'll get the form on the press to night
an ] kin kick off the hull edition by
breakfast time"
VIII Dover walked slowly back to
tie hotel, elated by the consciousness
that he had done good deed.
Many Of the concert organizers were
assembled upon the porch of the Hem.
lock inn on the following morning when
Bill Jones appeared. yelling In finished
newsboy style, Here's yer Eagle
Full account of the grand concert -
Never did journalistic enterprise meet
with quicker return. Bill's stock vas
soon sold out, and he hurried back to
the office for n new supply.
The reading Of the report created
great sensation. Penelope Vaughan,
a burlesquc actress Scandalous p ex
claimed the ladies. A chorus of 81
told you SOS" arose. The guests
gathered In large circle, and all
talked ut once.
Penelope, the unconscious cause of
all this perturbation, was sitting within
a little boathouse upon the shore of the
| lake. AT frequent intervals she glanced
along the road. for, although she would
not have confessed 1t, she was waiting
| for the Rev. Arthur Marvin.
Presently she saw him advancing
rapidly toward the hotel. His appear.
ancc alarmed her; he walked fast. and
at times shook n stout cane violently in
the air, with fierce gesticulations. AS
he came nearer she saw he was In n
violent rage. Beside him ran Bill
Jones the printers boy.
Arthur stopped before the veranda.
as Mr.. William Dover here ?" he dc
manded. From where she sat within
the boathouse Penelope could hear
plainly oil that was said.
The ladies were eager to know what
he thought of the astounding iuforma.
tion that had burst upon them that
morning, so they ignored his question,
and one of them said sweetly: 1--WE did
not know we were to be honored by
professional assistance last evening,
Mr.. Marvin"
Arthur hit the ground savagely with
his cane. II have seen the statement
In the village paper that Miss Vaughan
Is an actress" said he. II brand 1t as
base calumny. assure you all 1t is
untrue-a lying story. This boy tells
me It is the fabrication of a young man
stopping here. Is he present"
No one responded to this demand.
Dover. indeed, had left In search of
gayer scenes on an early train.
Arthur had caught glimpse of a
well known face near the window of
the boat house, and he passed on to.
ward 1t.
With his words still ringing in her
ears-words that proved his faith In
her-she felt a sickening shame as he
came near. She dreaded the interview
how hard her story seemed to tell
now
As he entered he was startled at the
paleness in her face, the panied look In
her eyes. Penelope he said, ten
derly, "do not grieve SO! IT'S but a
silly lie after all, not serious matter"
ARTHUR" she interrupted, her voice
sounding harsh and strange, Arthur
the story Is true-I am an actress.
The art follow l learned with my
mothers help; 1t is our only support.
have nothing else to confess-nothihg
else to conceal"
She paused. and then said, slowly:
arthur, / have deceived you. /
should have told you this long ago.
viii you forgive me?"
Darling" said he, "you stand upon
the parting Of two roads, between
which you must choose. One leads to
the old life; the other-whither Shall
we tread together the new path l
believe in you, love you. The soul
within your eyes tells you are good and
true. The past is gone; will you let
me make your futureY"
No need to question what her an
swer was Still, for fear some cap.
tious doubter might not be content,
reprint telegram that flashed over the
wires that day to New York:
Mr.. george Gdrrick Comet Theatre:
thereby resign from your company and
from the stage. Have written reasons.